Tuesday, February 03, 2004

Leaning on a Wall

A shunt, a spit and a wall.
I pleaded with the urban I woo,
It smiled away.
I beseeched nature,
It looked away.
I begged God,
He felt sorry for me
And then looked away.
I looked at the mirror in front of me,
It cried.

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